Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain _x000D_ shaking ancient oaks.

When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.

Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.